Taking Liberty Poem by Satish Verma

Taking Liberty



I want to suffer to get
a taste of your unpredictability.
I flung myself on thorns.

Not virtual. It was a dream.
Do I like you in absentia? O god
how many times you weep?

We drink from the eyes.
We hugged and kissed a tiger for
a reason. It was a ritual.

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